Myst was sleeping in the garage, on the fuzzy cat pole with a nice window view. Terry thought he might not care if the closet doors were closed. Wrong!
Soon after she shut the closet doors, Myst woke up and found her. He meowed and nagged her to follow him. Eventually she did and he led her to the closet doors, which he tried to paw open while she watched.
She finally got the idea and opened them. He went inside and finished sleeping. She is still shaking her head over how we can suddenly sense a door in another part of the house is closed and why we get so upset over it.